Ghana, Day Two: The Rise of the Mango Tree.

I’m here, I arrived yesterday, (thankfully) with no jetlag because Ghana and the UK are in the same time zone. But as travelling has a way of making you exhausted just by its nature I slept for the majority of my first day here. My flight here was smooth and uneventful, I just feel that I must say for the record that Virgin Atlantic is not my favourite airline. I could rattle off my long list of dislikes, instead I will say one nice thing, they had a really good selection of entertainment. It’s just a shame that I was too anxious and exhausted to watch anything but one episode of Community. Not that I missed out, the flight was just over five hours and I drifted in and out of consciousness for most of it.

I’m here! Oh gosh, it’s really hot. I’ve been told that I’m lucky to arrive after rainfall, because it is much cooler, that kind of scares me a little. It’s the kind of hot that doesn’t overwhelm you, but creeps up on you as time passes. The air conditioners help a lot, as I’m sure without them I would be unable to breathe. Make no mistake, I love the heat, I was born in the heat, but Ghana is hotter than Nigeria, and it’s been a while, so this is going to take a while to get used to again.

My room is lovely. After the tour I can see why my parents have no desire to stay in England, why would you when you have a home that allows each person to pursue their passions in their own little private areas? I say little, the house is huge. Even though I’ve unpacked and settled in my room feels empty. I guess because I don’t live here, the personal touch that makes a room feel welcoming is non-existent. My bed is an orthopaedic bed. I’m not sure if I love it or hate it. With all the trouble with my back, I feel like it’s a good thing, but at the same time I miss my soft bed that I sink into and my blankets that envelope me. That’s the saddest thing about sleeping in warm countries, the comfort I get from my duvets cannot be imitated,  I have a thin sheet to cover me while I pray my fan doesn’t give up and I wake up drenched in my own sweat.

Lovely.

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